Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 254 Where Will I Be When I Wake Up Tonight?
Who am I? I am Liu Jing.

What's wrong with me? I think I've drunk too much again.

Where will I be when I wake up from my drunken stupor tonight? This is Fenglingdu.

Who did I sleep with this time? It seems like only Yang Mi.

How did I get here? I have absolutely no memory of it.

The last thing he remembered was drinking at a dinner table, and it seemed he ended up drinking a bunch of people under the table.

"Holy crap, drinking directly from the decanter, Wang Baoqiang, you're really something." Liu Jing recalled some scenes; if he hadn't been in a certain state of drunkenness, he definitely wouldn't have engaged in such a drinking contest.

Everyone at the table he was sitting at had a high alcohol tolerance. Chen Sicheng chewed betel nut not to protect his liver, but to drink more smoothly.

Liu Jing also ate two, and the wine was indeed less pungent. He accidentally drank too much again, unleashing his hidden little devil.

So Liu Jing opened the drinking blacklist and added Wang Baoqiang's name.

Huang Bo ranked first; he encountered a deity as soon as he started drinking.

Huang Bo and Xixi were both students in the 02 class of Beijing Film Academy. One was in the dubbing vocational class and the other was in the acting undergraduate class.

Liu Jing was in high school at the time and often attended Xixi's classmate reunions. One time, he met Huang Bo.

Huang Bo drank beer like it was water, and his god-like behavior terrified Liu Jing.

After that party, he immediately blacklisted Huang Bo.

From then on, whenever Huang Bo had a gathering, he would drink Sprite.

Years have passed, and finally a second name has appeared on the lonely blacklist.

Last night, Wang Baoqiang drank baijiu (Chinese liquor) like it was water. His ability to drink so much is largely due to Wang Baoqiang.

As for the second main reason, it was the bag of areca nuts that Chen Sicheng was carrying.

More memories flooded his mind, and Liu Jing's expression gradually turned strange.

As his physical fitness improved, his alcohol tolerance also increased, and he could recall some of the scenes after blacking out.

In that state, I really seemed like a different person—unrestrained, witty, humorous, and with exceptionally high emotional intelligence…

Wait a minute, where's Old Yang? It looks like we're even having a couple of drinks together, arms around each other's shoulders.

As they were drinking and chatting, Yang Mi arrived, seemingly very angry, and gave them a good scolding.

Gao Yuanyuan arrived earlier, and together with several other women, they took him back to Fenglingdu. He said a lot, and then I don't remember anything else about him.

One thing is certain: he and Yang Mi were innocent last night, and it seems he didn't do anything to Bai Bing.

Yang Mi was lying on the bed at this moment, her clothes were neat and tidy, she was still wearing her down jacket and hadn't even taken off her shoes.

“When others get drunk, it’s an accident; when I get drunk, it’s a story in itself.” Liu Jing said with a strange expression.

During his last blackout, whether consciously or unconsciously, he slept with three women, whether by choice or by voluntarily.

This time there was no sex scandal, but it seems even more bizarre.

He only had a vague recollection of what happened last night, but the changes in the system were quite significant.

Liu Jing remembered very clearly how much he liked each person before they started drinking.

Gao Yuanyuan 95 points, Qianqian 99 points, Yang Mi 90 points, Shu Chang 85 points, Fan Xiaopang 82 points, Liu Shishi 87 points, Tang Yan 81 points, Jing Tian 86 points, Zeng Li 74 points.

Yang Mi currently has 92 points, Zeng Li has 79 points, and the others remain unchanged.

Yang Mi is easy to explain; she must have drunk too much last night and said too many sweet nothings. But what about Zeng Li?
He had no memory of Zeng Li last night.

As Liu Jing pondered, an idea suddenly struck him: it would be very interesting to write a story about being drunk.

Several people drank too much at a party, and when they woke up the next day, they discovered something terrible. Based on fragmented memories and descriptions from others, they slowly pieced together what had happened the night before.

Then it turned out that things were worse than they had imagined.

"Seems good." Liu Jing was bursting with inspiration at this moment, but he had to suppress his thoughts. He couldn't let Yang Mi just lie there like that.

Liu Jing glanced at the alarm clock by the bedside; it was a little past three in the morning. He sobered up quite quickly this time.

He got out of bed, took off Yang Mi's shoes, and was taking off his coat when his brother woke up.

"Brother, let's drink right after sobering up, let's act like human beings."

"Damn it! Sleeping in a down jacket, are you comfortable or what?" Liu Jing saw that she was awake, so he stopped being careful and helped her up. He took off her down jacket, pants, sweater, and socks, leaving her only in her underwear.

Yang Mi let her older brother do as he pleased, showing no sign of resistance and even cooperating quite well. "You're crazy, are you really sober now?"

Snapped……

Liu Jing slapped him on the buttocks. The buttocks weren't very perky, but they felt nice to the touch.

"Nonsense, do I look like I'm drunk?" Liu Jing lifted the covers and tucked her in. "It's warm in here, go to sleep."

"What's the date today?" Yang Mi asked Liu Jing, huddled under the covers.

“December 22nd, no, it’s the 23rd. Weren’t you on the set of ‘Struggle’?” Liu Jing replied.

"Which is heavier, a pound of iron or a pound of cotton?" Yang Mi then asked.

"Did you drink too much too? Of course you're the same weight." Liu Jing said irritably, reaching out to touch Yang Mi's forehead. "Won't you get a fever after sleeping like this all night?"

Yang Mi pressed Liu Jing's hand, "It seems you've indeed sobered up."

"It's not good that you're awake. Why do you look so dejected?" Liu Jing asked, puzzled.

"It's okay, come in and sleep with me for a while." Yang Mi shook her head. You're even more attractive after you've blacked out.

Liu Jing burrowed into the covers, somewhat curious, "When I was drunk, did you ask me those two questions too?"

"Yes! The year of Bingxu, the month of Gengzi, the day of Yiyou, the third day of the eleventh month, the winter solstice in the twenty-four solar terms." Yang Mi smiled, thinking of the scene last night. She asked three times in a row and got these three answers.

"That's correct," Liu Jing said, puzzled.

"Big brother, what normal person would answer like that? Are you from ancient times?" Yang Mi shrank back and lay in her brother's arms.

Liu Jing felt a chill run down his spine; his drunken state must be related to that strange experience.

I was in a daze, as if in a dream.

“Bai Bing asked you three times in a row, and you said it was a pound of iron each time,” Yang Mile said. “I should have recorded the way you were so confident.”

"Bai Bing? I didn't do anything to her last night, did I?" Liu Jing asked, puzzled.

“I stayed by your side and didn’t give her a chance,” Yang Mi said, pouting.

That vixen! If I weren't here, she probably would have taken the opportunity to climb into my bed.

Hehe, that's how I rose to power.

If you don't know, fine, but I'm right here in front of you, how could I possibly give you a chance?

"What else did you ask?" Liu Jing asked curiously.

"Bai Bing asked you whether you wanted to hammer a nail by hand or with a hammer. You said that if you didn't have a hammer, you could use your hands." Yang Mi smiled and continued, "Then she asked you if your hands would hurt if you hammered a nail by hand."

"That's something to say," Liu Jing muttered.

"Haha, honey, you answered correctly, the nail hurts. You even shouted 'Watch my Iron Palm!' in front of Bai Bing." Yang Mi suddenly stopped talking.

Liu Jing felt a tingling sensation and nudged Yang Mi, "And then?"

"Then, you slap the seat of her electric scooter a few times," Yang Mi said gleefully.

Liu Jing looked at his palm; there wasn't a single mark. "Luckily, my hand wasn't injured."

She also asked you whether a stone falls into water and floats on the surface or sinks to the bottom.

"No matter how much I drink, I know I'll sink to the bottom." Liu Jing was confident of this, but his assistant had so many questions. Could she be a troubled girl too?

"You said that under normal circumstances, stones sink to the bottom of the water. But there are a few situations where they can float. First, when skipping stones, they will float briefly on the surface due to potential energy. Second, with the help of tools, such as foam or rope. Third, the water is not ordinary water, and the stone is not ordinary stone; the stone's density is less than that of water, so it will float, like pumice. Fourth, placing a layer of alcohol or petroleum on the surface of the water increases the surface tension of the stone..."

"..." Liu Jing was speechless.

Yang Mi was speechless for a moment, and finally sighed, "She asked you a few questions, and in the end, she concluded that we were both drunk."

"She's so boring," Liu Jing complained.

“Sister Yuanyuan said that what you did was just being drunk, a kind of deep intoxication. You were more authentic in that state,” Yang Mi said, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"What happened last night?" Liu Jing stopped dwelling on the question.

“When I arrived last night, you were all staggering around, practically drunk. I’m not entirely sure what happened.” Yang Mi sounded a little disappointed. If he were in that state, he would definitely be saying something very affectionate right now.

"I think Old Yang was also there," Liu Jing said hesitantly.

Yang Mi snorted coldly, "If I arrive a little later, you two will have already become sworn brothers."

"Holy shit..." "Fuck your sister, after we became sworn brothers, you became sworn brothers with my dad, I really want to kick you to death." Yang Mi was indignant. It wasn't enough that you became my older brother, you almost became my uncle, do you want to be my godfather too?
"Why did he go?" Liu Jing wondered. "We're having a celebration party, how come Old Yang isn't involved?"

He grew increasingly curious about what had happened last night, and inspiration flashed through his mind like electric sparks.

"Brother Lin is drinking with his colleagues. You text him and tell him to bring his drinking consumables over, saying he's going to suppress all who dare to oppose him. If your future son-in-law sends out a distress signal, how can he not go? When you get there, you, my dad, He Jiong, and Huang Lei, the four of you, will fight side by side against those five. If your fans see that, they'll definitely unfollow you," Yang Mi mocked.

"He Jiong, Huang Lei? My God, who else can I ask for help?" Liu Jing groaned.

He suspected that he had called people based on their drinking capacity. Liu Jing had many friends, and among those who could hold their liquor, Huang Lei was the only one currently in Yandu.

As for Lao Yang, it was probably for a drinking consumable.

According to Yang Mi's description, he has gained another piece of memory.

That must have been the second half of the event. After the celebration banquet ended, they weren't quite satisfied with their drinks, so they went to have a second round.

Zhang Qian, Kang Honglei, Lan Xiaolong, Wang Baoqiang, Chen Sicheng, and his assistant Xiaobai.

As for the others, they've already been left behind and can't keep up.

In a scene from "Soldiers Sortie," Duan Yihong's comrade says, "I can only drink half a jin of liquor, but I'll drink two jin with you."

Yuan Lang responded, "I can only drink two ounces of liquor. I'll drink with you, even if it kills me."

At the celebration banquet, Duan Yihong really went all out, drinking two ounces of liquor with the air of two jin (1 kg), and was the first to be eliminated.

These guys dared to start a second round; their drinking capacity was incredible, and they were all in such a state that they wouldn't admit defeat to anyone else.

As for Xiao Bai, Jing Shao's secretary, no one dares to force her to drink, no matter how much she drinks.

She went along to take care of the boss.

Liu Jing remembered that the five people on the other side were suspected of ganging up on him, which made him very unhappy. So he called for reinforcements, and somehow ended up calling these three.

He was very fortunate that he was still reliable even when drunk, and did not embarrass himself at the food stall or attract attention at the Heaven on Earth nightclub.

He took everyone to a restaurant near the company. The owner was the brother-in-law of a department head at Spring Autumn.

Liu Jing often ate there, and every time he went, the arrangements were very thoughtful.

"I don't know who else you know, but you seem to know everyone in the world. All I know is that He Jiong is having dinner at Huang Lei's house and has drunk half a bottle of red wine by himself. You just called them, and they said they weren't done having enough, so why don't they hurry over?" Yang Mi was surprised; her brother's connections were truly impressive. She loved gossip and inquiring, but she never knew who her brother was connected with.

When she arrived last night, the nine people were having a great time. There were several empty bottles on the ground, and beer bottles were scattered everywhere.

She was familiar with three of them, and the others were people she had long admired.

Needless to say, her father and eldest brother were definitely close; one raised her from childhood to adulthood, while the other tormented her from a young age.

The third person is Chen Sicheng; the two just finished filming "Wang Zhaojun".

Chen Sicheng's experience is legendary. He came from a well-off family, and his parents did their best to cultivate his talent from a young age.

In 1994, at the age of sixteen, he was admitted to the Xie Jin Hengtong Star School in Shanghai, becoming one of the first students, and was classmates with Zhao Yanzi.

He was admitted to the Shanghai Theatre Academy in 1996, where he was classmates with Nie Yuan and Hao Lei. He was later expelled from the school for fighting.

In 1999, he was admitted to the Central Academy of Drama with the highest score in his major...

"You know quite a lot about this," Liu Jing said, surprised.

"Your assistant is really good. She took good care of these drunk people. The ones who sold the films were taken to a hotel and are being looked after by someone. As for Huang Lei and He Jiong, you took them home. Sun Li told you to do that." Yang Mi's eyelids drooped, and she started to doze off.

"How did you get there?" Liu Jing was completing the scene illustrations for the victory celebration banquet, striving for perfection.

He vaguely remembered that he was supposed to have a third round with these two, but he was tricked into canceling the game by a few women.

"My mom called me when she saw that Xiaolin wasn't coming home and found out he was drinking with you, so she notified me. She took her husband away, and I took my husband away..."

"How much did I drink yesterday?" He only remembered drinking quite a lot, but he didn't count the exact amount after half a jin (250ml).

"I don't know, you got them all drunk, and in the end you were the only one who could still stand steadily and even greeted everyone as they left. At that time, you were more considerate, more clear-headed, and more loving than usual..." Yang Mi closed her eyes; she was truly sleepy.

Back home, her older brother kept talking to her, showering her with sweet nothings.

She loved listening to it and kept listening until her older brother fell asleep, still wanting more.

She worried that her older brother might vomit, choke, or have something stuck in his nose, and ask for water in the middle of the night. She didn't dare to fall asleep and kept a close eye on the situation.

Finally, I was so sleepy that I leaned against the edge of the bed and dozed off for a while.

"After drinking too much, I can actually drink so much..." Liu Jing exclaimed. The scene sketches were about 20% complete, and his script was beginning to take shape.

He gently patted her smooth, beautiful back; the strap was a little rough on his hand, but he skillfully removed it.

It's not that I have any evil intentions; it's just that this makes it easier to lull my little brother to sleep.

He's not an animal; even if he fell asleep later, he could guess why Yang Mi was sleeping like that.

The woman's deep affection can only be repaid by giving her a child in the future.

Liu Jing still had many questions, especially about Zeng Li. In his fragmented memories and Yang Mi's descriptions, Zeng Li never appeared at all.

But there must be a reason why Da Qingyi's favorability increased by five points.

"Where's my phone? I hope it's not lost. Luckily, I deleted all the photos," Liu Jing muttered.

Seeing that Yang Mi was sleeping soundly, he quietly got out of bed, took a pencil from the dressing table, and found a notebook.

A bad pen is worse than a good memory; he wanted to write his inspirations down in a notebook.

Jingle bell bell bell bell…

After an unknown amount of time, the shrill ringtone sounded, and Yang Mi subconsciously got up to turn off the alarm.

"Ah..." Yang Mi let out a scream, her eyes filled with tears.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Liu Jing asked quickly.

You stepped on my hair...

"Why did you set an alarm?" Liu Jing turned off the alarm, his morning grumpiness vanished in fright by Yang Mi's scream.

"Nonsense, I had to go to the film set for makeup early this morning. If my mom hadn't called, I wouldn't have come at all. All this back and forth is exhausting." Yang Mi rubbed her head and looked at the pen in Liu Jing's hand. "Brother, I'll use an eyebrow pencil, not a regular pencil, those are really expensive."

Liu Jing tugged at Yang Mi's hair. "Luckily, not many strands fell out."

Yang Mi was furious. These few hairs had just been plucked out. She punched Liu Jing, "You dead man, you didn't have much hair to begin with. Do you want me to become a nun?"

Her equipment was secretly removed by her older brother, and as he beat her, it bounced back and forth, making Liu Jing's heart itch with desire.

"Let me see if it's fallen off here." Liu Jing reached out and removed the last piece of equipment.

"I need to get there before 8:30..."

"It's only six o'clock, there's still plenty of time."

Half an hour later, the bell rang again.

Another half hour passed before the bell rang for the last time.

Ten minutes later, Yang Mi hurriedly left the house. She was going makeup-free today and didn't have time to put on makeup.

Liu Jing took his time, took a shower, and came out of the bedroom without even putting on clothes.

This was his and his brother's haven of intimacy, and no one else had ever come here except for Lao Yang.

Things never always go as planned...

"Boss, good morning... ah..."

Their eyes met, and the assistant froze for a full five or six seconds before letting out a scream.

"Xiaobai, where's my phone?" Liu Jing didn't care, treating it as a free perk for Xiaobai.

boom!
Hearing the door open, Bai Bing opened it as well, only to witness a shocking scene.

She pressed herself tightly against the door, patting her chest.

Thankfully, Yang Mi was there last night. If the boss had been drunk and promiscuous last night, I'd probably be in the hospital right now.

Is the boss a freak?
"No...it's not with me."

"Xiaobai, what are you doing here?" Liu Jing knocked on the door.

"Boss, let me get ready..."

"Take your time preparing," Liu Jing replied from outside the door.

Bai Bing's expression shifted between light and dark, but she finally sighed and succumbed to reality.

After she tidied herself up a bit and went outside, the boss was nowhere to be seen.

"They've actually left..." Bai Bing said with a sense of loss.

(End of this chapter)